“Can we listen to that right now?” I asked and reached for my phone. “I want to know what you like.”
“Why?” Zodiac asked, immediately irritated as if his life must remain shrouded in secrecy.
“I want to be able to share your interests with Wilbur.”
“I can do that.”
“But you won’t see him as much when he’s little. I want him to feel your presence when you aren’t around.”
Zodiac frowned hard. “You’re planning to keep the kid from me.”
“No, but it’s not like you can take care of him for long periods of time.”
“I said I’d get a nanny.”
Glancing at the wall, I asked, “And the swords?”
“I’ll put them on the ceiling so he can’t reach them.”
“You’re at the clubhouse a lot, so the baby will be with the paid help. Why not just leave him with me?”
“You go places.”
“Never. I’m always home,” I lied and then smiled. “But seriously, I can take him with me nearly everywhere. Plus, he won’t be with a babysitter when I’m gone. My family will watch him. Wilbur will be well cared for. You knocked up the right woman to raise your kid.”
Zodiac moved away from me and rested on his back. He ran his hands through his hair and stared at the ceiling. I ignored his bad mood and looked up the song he mentioned. As the screamy death metal song “Empty Words” played on my phone, I crawled under the heavy comforter to warm up.
Zodiac finally announced, “I will allow you to keep the kid with you most of the time.”
“Thank you,” I replied gently and even managed to refrain from any eye rolling. “Whenever you want to visit, consider our door open.”
“Can I fuck you when I visit? No more of that staying with your bros at the condos. I want to stay at your place and have you ride my dick.”
“Aww, you’re so needy,” I cooed and inched closer toward him. “The only rule I have with you staying over is that you can never be rude to Sutter Cane. No one messes with my kid.”
“Fair enough. If I don’t have anything nice to say, I won’t say anything at all to the little nerd.”
Snorting, I tugged at the blanket until Zodiac caught the hint and got underneath. Once he was covered up, I cuddled next to him.
“What would you be doing right now if I hadn’t surprised you?”
“I’d be downstairs at the clubhouse.”
“With your excessively sweaty bros and the diseased whores who worship your dongs?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have worded it as eloquently as that, but yeah.”
Grinning, I asked, “The next time I show up unannounced for a booty call, can we hang out downstairs?”
“Why?” Zodiac asked, instantly irritated again.
“I never cared about your club. You were our allies, but that was Clint’s problem rather than mine. I only liked your fine ass. But now with Wilbur in the picture, I should care about everything in your life. These people will be Wilbur’s people one day.”
“You think?”
“I have real blood uncles, but I also have tons of uncles and aunts connected to the club. They are my people. Wilbur won’t only be linked to the Crimson Guard or the old Little Memphis club. He’ll have connections to the Black Rainbow, too.”
“If you name him Wilbur, I’m calling him Megatron.”
